Spontaneous practice 1

A door shouts "Get in Here!"
that door is gray and rusty
coated with a thin film of lacquer
It swings open-- a maze
dark green snaky shrubs
leading into the eerie unknown
I hear a call from afar
sounds like Momsy--
"Sadiq! Subr!"--
my daily morning greet
Momsy hates it if I miss Subr
-- I always miss them
Like hitting the crossbar once
I ( Read more... )

I'm lying down on my golden sofa. On my left, my flatscreen- playing The World Is Not Enough. Some hot exotic fox with the sharpest nose bridge trying to pull the trigger on Bond's head. Yes, Brosnan's the Bond in this one.

I'm heading to KL in a couple hours time. Meeting Lan, in a way, is therapeutic. The long four-hour bus ride north serves as ( Read more... )